December, 1934Great-Grandma's story may not be told in order. But I am going to tell it. After reading her post, 75 years ago this month, I can't help but cry. I don't have it so bad, at all. In fact, I have to say I am so very blessed.
Vena and Allie took us to Alva, Okla. to attend the funeral of Russel
Kasparck. He died of appendicitis and was almost 29 years old. When
we came home we were surprised to hear that Henry Duke was buried that day and
that Edwin Clarkson's baby was very ill and passed away Dec. 23.
All the preparation for Christmas this year was made with sad hearts
for one of our dear ones is absent "a vacancy that never can be filled."
Five little girls have already been called to the glory world. What there
was left of us had our family tree at Allies.
Then all but Kenneth and Margaret eat Christmas dinner with Lout and
Gladys. We invited Albert and Emma Daily to be with us on this